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Chapter 136 - Bone Marrow Matching

The South Bridge admitted that she and Mo Cheng were still not very familiar with each other.

She believed that there must be an urgent matter for Mo Cheng to come to her without having to come in person. Something very important to Mo Cheng had to do with Mo Shaohai.

Mo Cheng stared deeply at the south bridge, his pupils slightly constricting, as if he was trying to see through her. He was as deep as ink. "South Bridge, you are very smart."

After a pause, Mo Cheng said worriedly, "It's indeed about father. He has leukemia and needs a bone marrow transplant. Otherwise, he might not live past a month."

South Bridge stiffened, opened his eyes, and said nothing.

Mo Cheng didn't say anything, he just kept staring at the South Bridge. He knew it was too much, he had brought her all the way here to accept a father that he had never met before, and now he wanted her to sacrifice his health.

Mo Cheng shifted his eyes away, his voice calm. "I know it's hard for you to accept, but this time, Father was in a really critical situation. That's why I came looking for you on my own accord."

Very critical, leukemia, bone marrow transplant

Nanqiao could not believe what she had heard. She had just found her father, and these difficult choices that she had only seen on television were now being used and chosen in real life.

Nanqiao's temples throbbed and felt pain. He took two deep breaths and pursed his lips. His throat felt dry. "Damn, I'll go make the bone marrow match."

"South Bridge, thank you. If there's any other way, I don't want to …" Mo Cheng was both happy and worried. He raised his eyes to look at the expression on the South Bridge, afraid that she would think differently, so he explained, "You are father's flesh and blood."

"No need, it's already dark. You should hurry back."

"Alright, I'll come pick you up tomorrow morning."

Mo Cheng was very grateful to the South Bridge, and said many good words along the way. The South Bridge was very helpless towards his flattery, and was speechless. It could only nod and try its best to maintain a smile.

After watching the car drive away, South Bridge then entered the room and sat on the sofa. He habitually straightened his legs and hugged his knees. His small and delicate chin rested on it, and his eyes became lifeless as he fell into a daze.

The room was silent, with only the occasional sound of the electronic clock beside the bed.

The soft sponge on the back of the sofa felt comfortable leaning against it. South Bridge reached out and threw the pillow onto the floor, then its four limbs formed a large, calligraphic corpse. Occasionally, an arc of light would appear in its eyes, but no one knew what it was thinking.

Mo Cheng's words were like dropping a bomb. Nanqiao's mind was blank as complex emotions arose involuntarily. His father, who didn't have the slightest bit of emotional support, was very sick, so she shouldn't have any big emotional ups and downs.

However, at that moment, the South Bridge was still distracted.

The doctor had already made the final announcement. If he didn't want to help, he didn't have to. South Bridge closed her eyes and buried her head into the pillow, feeling restless and anxious.

So it turned out that blood ties were truly not something that could be accomplished by simply cutting them off. As for family members, in the end, they still could not bear to watch him leave.

Thinking up to here, South Bridge was no longer anxious. His heart slowly calmed down. He picked up the pillow and put it behind his head. As he lay down, he felt that his eyelids were all fighting, getting heavier and heavier, heavier and heavier …

The next morning, sunlight shone through the French windows and slowly climbed up the side of the South Bridge. With the warmth of the morning, time slowly passed. Hearing the knock on the door, South Bridge turned over with a grunt and went back to sleep.

After a few minutes, the doorbell stopped. The phone beside the bed suddenly rang, and the familiar alarm rang in the quiet room. Nanqiao, who had not slept very deeply, frowned and reached for his phone. "Hello?"

A deep and gentle male voice came from the other side: "South Bridge, I'm downstairs."

It was Mo Cheng.

"Okay," said Nanqiao. She hung up the phone, complaining that Mo Cheng had come to disturb her early in the morning. She raised her head and inadvertently glanced at the clock. The hour hand and pointer indicated that it was already half past nine.

Without wasting any time, the South Bridge quickly cleaned up and quickly entered the car. He was too anxious and didn't notice the obstruction above his head, so his forehead hit the roof with a bang, causing a solid pain.

Mo Cheng pursed his lips and smiled, but was suddenly caught by the eye by the South Bridge, and came over to put on an act, "South Bridge, you have to be careful."

As she spoke, she blew gently on the spot where she had been knocked out of a small bag. The two of them were very close, so close that when they raised their eyes, they could clearly see the man's clear eyelashes. His breath was warm as it sprinkled onto his forehead.

Suddenly, Nanqiao's face turned red and she felt somewhat embarrassed. Mo Cheng also noticed that something wasn't right and immediately sat back in the driver's seat. For a moment, the atmosphere inside the car became slightly awkward and awkward.

Fortunately, they arrived at the hospital in no time.

Mo Cheng was going to park his car in the underground parking lot, so the South Bridge didn't wait for him. Mo Cheng opened the car door and walked inside the hospital. He walked with ease and familiarity until he found the ward his father was hospitalized in, then he pushed the door open and entered.

Mo Shaohai was already awake. Half his body leaned on the sickbed, seeing the thing on her right hand, he was stunned for a moment, then his eyes fell on his. He put down the thermos in his hand, opened it, and asked for a bowl of white porridge.

As he pulled back his train of thoughts, Mo Shaohai's chest rose and fell gently. He could not hide the joy at the corner of his mouth, "How many years has it been since someone personally stewed porridge for me?"

Nanqiao chuckled and sat to the side. "You're exaggerating. If the servants in your family don't know how to cook, then you must have been starving all these years, right?"

Mo Shaohai smiled, scooped up a spoonful of porridge and placed it next to his mouth. Tears welled up in his eyes as he added, "This is different, this is made by relatives, the meaning is different."

Even though Mo Shaohai's business got bigger and bigger over the years, and the Mo Clan's reputation and status in the United States was not to be underestimated, he felt increasingly lonely.

As a rich and powerful middle-aged man, he did not lack beauties and sages by his side. However, in comparison, there was not a single person who could match up to the beauty of the past.

The South Bridge was upright and its sitting posture was a bit unnatural. In front of his still somewhat unfamiliar father, he did not know how to put his hands and feet, so he simply put them on his knees. The South Bridge pursed its lips.

Noticing Mo Shaohai's look, he added, "Don't think too much, I'm just curious. Mother abandoned you and became together with another man, are you really willing to give up?"

Mo Shaohai sighed, and said, "After so many years, I have had someone suitable by my side, but, South Bridge, I will never forget your mother. I owe her. Really, I don't blame her. "

After breakfast, Mo Shaohai and Nanqiao chatted for a while longer before lying down to rest. Nanqiao stood up to help him pinch the quilt, and then quietly walked out of the room.

The moment he stepped out of the room, he met Mo Cheng. "Father, are you asleep?"

"Yes, I might be too tired."

Mo Cheng nodded; he knew that Mo Shaohai had been having a low fever recently. Yesterday, Mo Shaohai had held his hand and said that they would talk more about the South Bridge.

Nanqiao came out of the ward, went to the attending physician, and got the registration form for the bone marrow match. He filled it in, handed it to the nurse, and followed one to a room for the bone marrow match.

On the other side.

Inside the office, Yu Cen Ran leaned back against a leather chair. His eyes narrowed slightly as he stared at the items on the table. The afternoon sunlight shone through the window, but the warmth didn't seem to arrive in the room.

The assistant stood before him and bent down slightly. His body occasionally lifted his eyes to peek at the CEO's face. It was stiff, ugly, and he had a bad temper. His voice was even colder as it sounded like it was covered by a layer of frost. "Where did the investigation lead to?"

"Yes, CEO. Miss Nanqiao is in the United States. Our people found Miss Nanqiao's registration records on the registration forms at the airport. There's no mistake."

With his long fingers, he picked up a photo and shot it forward coldly. "Is this what I want you to investigate?"

In the photo, in the background, it was near the Nanjia apartment building. The color was cold, but Yu Cen Ran's eyes narrowed dangerously. Her fingers tapped lightly on a man's face.

From a distance, he couldn't see a man's face, but Yu Cen Ran was certain that the woman beside him was from the South Bridge.

"Our people found someone sneaking around near Miss South Bridge's house. They caught him and asked him about it. Then they found out that Miss South Bridge left with a man. This photo was also found from that person's camera."

In the past few days, Yu Cen Ran had used almost all means to search for the South Bridge. The person who was just as anxious as him to follow the trail of the South Bridge, the person who was hired to follow it, he thought, should be someone Xue Yuwei sent.

As for the man standing by the South Bridge …

Yu Cen Ran touched her temple with her long finger as she spoke in a cold voice, "Who, who, what is this man? His personal life and motives are close to the South Bridge. Have you investigated this information clearly?"

The assistant took out a stack of documents and placed it in front of him, "This man is called Mo Cheng, he is from the famous Mo family in the American Chinese circle. However, it is said that he is not the biological son of the Mo family."

The patience in his eyes had already disappeared. Yu Cen Ran was too lazy to say anything more. She waved her hand for her assistant to leave the room, and placed her hand on the back of the chair.

Mo Cheng

Yu Cen Ran's lips curved upwards as a hint of a smile appeared on his face. He wanted to see what kind of man would dare to steal his woman in his territory!

South Bridge was led to a room. The nurse put the checklist in her hand, knocked lightly on the door, and was greeted by a woman doctor in her thirties or forties.

The woman doctor looked at the South Bridge and nodded. She gestured, "Sit down."

Nanqiao obediently walked over, and followed the instructions of the female doctor to carry out the pre-matching examination, step by step. He didn't dare to be careless in the slightest.

The last one was a blood test, the cold needle quickly pierced into the skin, the pain was so short that it felt like an ant had bitten him, the pain quickly passed, his delicate eyebrows slightly furrowed, South Bridge sat on the seat, waiting for the results to come out.

The female doctor's hands and feet were nimble and quick as she placed the freshly scraped blood sample into the machine. The machine was operating very fast and a row of codes flashed across the screen. The small, fluorescent green words made one feel dizzy.